Blackout watched most of the fight with curiosity. There were a couple bugs in the cafe, and there was a general air of combat. He whistled; these guys had some serious power. One of them seemed to be invincible, and released pink-ish energy every time he was hit. Another never seemed to miss when he attacked, and yet another seemed to be throwing things without beinh anywhere near them. The last one, a woman, simply held a pistol, and shot. There had been this other guy who had dove in, all on fire, holding a longsword. This confused Derek; how could someone on fire hold a longswod without melting it? Ah well.
He slipped a sword out of his sheath, and twirled it absently in his hand. There was more action in the streets now, and a couple humans (as far as he could tell) were approaching, pistols and crowbars in hand. His first thought was tokill them, but he realized that this would be senseless. The humans would get ripped apart if they got into this mess. With a mighty leap, Blackout shot through the open window, and stood in front of the approaching gang. ((This gang isn't anyone important, just some random mutie-killing humans))
"I suggest you stay back; you will get hurt if you get in there."
The leader snorted. "Yeah, right. You just want to let yer mutie friends kill some pure-blood humans. Get outta our way, or yer gonna pay."
Blackout shrugged, "I'm staying right here. You should go back. Don't go in there."
The other man spat at Blackout. "Get out of my way demon-boy!"
Blackout shrugged, and unsheathed his second sword with a spinning flourish. The gang moved on some unspoken command, charging at him with weapons raised. He met the crowbars with one sword, and used the other to parry another. And then he moved, like a streak of black, never standing still more than half of a second, his blades moving like twin windmills, parrying and striking, only to incapacitate, not to kill this time. Sometime during the fight, he heard the report of a powerful rifle going off, although not at him, luckily. He concentrated on fighting. When the gang had either fallen, or fled, Blackout stopped, and sheathed his weapons.
His shoulder ached, and he knew that at least three bullets had struck him, although thankfully not anywhere critical. It was onyl then that he noticed the little boy on the street, staring at him with curiosity. Beside him was a woman lying dead, and a man with a bullet in his heart. The woman looked like she had been killed by one of the bugs, and the man had probably been shot in the confusion of the gang fight. Blackout told himself that he should just leave, and walk away. But a voice in his head told him that this boy was the son of the two dead people.
He sat in the corner of his room, protected by the shadows. His knees were drawn up to his neck, and his arms were wrapped around them. His red eyes were wide as he sared out through the window at the swinging body of his mother, and the corpse of his father lying dead in the street. He was alone now.
He couldn't leave the boy alone. Blackout sighed, and walked over to where the boy stood defiantly. The little boy spoke calmly to him.
"Hi. I'm Tom. My Mommy and Daddy are dead."
Blackout was shocked at how casually the boy said that. "How do you know?"
"They always said that a dang mutie would be the one to make them dead. The dang bug mutie got mommy, and another one shot daddy, I think. Are you a dang mutie?" He said it so innocently, as if he had been prepared for the day when his parents died. Blackout choked for a second, and then answered the question.
"Yes. I'm a mutant."
"Are you going to make me dead too?"
"No. I don't kill kids."
"Is it true that dang muties eat our brains?"
"I don't. I don't know, some of us might. But not me."
As he was talking one member of the gang that had attacked him came back, and saw him talking to Tom.
"Die you mutie scum!" He aimed his gun at Tom's head, believing him to be a child mutant, and knowing that the children were the future for the mutants. The adults would die soon enough, he thought. Blackout moved like black lightning, leaping across the road, and knocking the man to the ground. His knee hit the man's temple, and sent him to the ground. A right cross to the jaw followed up with an uppercut knocked the man unconscious. Seeing ths with an expression of mild interest, Tom spoke up.
"Why was he going to shoot at me?"
"He thought you were a mutant."
"But you didn't let him. Why?"
"Because--I don't want to let them make you dead."
"I thought dang muties hated humans like me."
"Not all of us."
Blackout held out his hand to the boy, who took it gingerly, as if expecting it to bite him. Blackout smiled, and then walked away, heading to his home on the rooftops. He would care for the child there for the day, and then find out where his nearest relatives lived. Then he would hand the boy over to them. It was too dangerous to be around mutants these days, and this child was innocent, adn did not deserve the persecution of being associated with Derek. Derek would make sure that the boy would not pay for being seen with him.
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